Adios
==== Authors notes: This story contains graphic sex between two male characters. Well, this time the sex isn't really graphic, but it's sexual activity nonetheless. If you are offended by such things, please look elsewhere. If you are underage, I'm sorry but come back in a couple years. And lastly, if such material is considered illegal in your area, I'm not forcing you to read it. This is my third story, churned out in 30 minutes while waiting for my plane. It's actually based on something that happened to me, though a lot of liberties are taken. I also wanted to write something that didn't push the issues or ageplay or incest. Hell, if that's what your into, check out my other stories. Comments and ratings appreciated. Any comments, questions, and capricious compliments can be directed to [email protected] As for the Spanish used in this story, it's pretty awful. If anyone would like to correct me, feel free and I'll change it in the story. I've never taken a Spanish class in my life and was just using online translators. ==== It was supposed to be just a quick stop. I kept telling myself that as I popped my car into park and slipped out into the night air. One black claw pushed down on the "Lock" button as I walked away from the car. Trees stood in a wall around the lot, thinly veiling the expanse of farmland behind them. Pressing faster, I quickly pushed myself into the small stone building. A few vending machines loomed silently in the corners, casting their dim light onto the floor. My tiger tail swished and twitched as I quickly scanned the room until I saw it at last: the door to the men's room. It was nothing to speak off. Three urinals. Three stalls. Filthy sinks. A broken mirror. At that point, I wasn't picky. I quickly moved up to the urinal, yanked down my fly, tugged out my sheath and finally relaxed. With an audible sigh, I gasped happily as I emptied my aching bladder. The long drive, mixed with the coffee to make it through the late night and the energy drinks to keep his senses sharp, and the agitation of the bumpy road had made this kitty ready to burst. I blessed all my stars and garters for letting me make it here safely and to at last end this much needed piddling. Pivoting on my heels, I moved to the least dirty sink that still had a completely intact mirror over it, and turned the handle. Nothing. I curled my paw into a fist and hit it a few times. "It's broken, yes?" a quiet voice asked from behind me. All the fur on the back of my neck stood on end as I looked up into the mirror to see a Cougar standing behind me. His hands moved to mine, tugging me over to the next sink. "Dis one 'ere. It works, yes," he said quietly. His accent was thick but not unwelcome. Spanish, I think. Perhaps he was a Mexican Cougar. His fur was a dull gold color. He was dressed in a white shirt and a pair of jeans covered in tears and rips. I couldn't tell if he was a trucker or a local or a traveler. He was just a mysterious passerby. I shook my head, trying to clear all of the thoughts of this cougar from my head. I had to get back home quick and was on my way out. I washed my paws quietly, feeling almost obligated after the Cougar had forcefully moved me over to the working sink. My eyes flicked up to the mirror to try to see if I could catch a glance of him, but the spider-web cracks obscured even my own face. Each hair slowly prickled and raised from my tail to my neck. He was staring at me. Where ever he was, he was staring right at me and I could feel it. Instinct pushed me to run, but the cat's curiosity pressed right back. Covertly, I took a peak behind me. The Cougar was standing in front of a urinal, glancing over his shoulder at me. The moment our eyes met, he growled a bit and turned forward. I pressed the button for the air dryer to no avail. The dents seems to lead me to believe it had been broken for years. Grimly, I stood and shook the water from my paws, twitching my ears. There wasn't the sound of pissing. Reality begin to piece together around me. I was in the men's room of a rest area alongside the highway at 3 A.M. that was all but abandoned. There was a cougar watching me, standing at a urinal. Could he be . . . Against all instinct, I turned and faced him this time, staring at him. He turned just slightly, paw now obviously moving up and down. His gaze bored into me as he undressed me with his eyes. My sheath began to pulse and swell as I moved closer to the urinal beside him. Without hesitation, he stepped back, proudly stroking his quivering Cougar cock. It was thick and heavy, pre dripping from his tip and into the base of the urinal. This is crazy. I thought it over and over again. This is crazy. I should run. I should run right now back to my car and keep on driving. My fingers reached up and unbuttoned my pants. I could be caught. I could be sent to jail. I could be jumped and mugged with my pants around my ankles. My fingers slowly lowered the zipper. Slowly, my head raised to look deep into those sparkling golden eyes and that cool, calm expression. I growled quietly and tugged my pants open, fishing out my now hardening tiger cock and began to stroke along with him. He growled in approval, eyeing me as I rested my head against the cold stone wall in front of me, hand squeezing at my quickly swelling tiger cock. "Mmm... sabroso aparente," he uttered lowly. I looked up at him as he spoke without the slightest clue what he saying. It didn't matter. My cock pulsed as I watched the Cougar over the partition. I was there, standing next to a man I'd never met before, stroking my cock like a horny teenager, in a filthy bathroom. Trembling, I reached over, yearning to touch him. The door screeched as it swung open. I scrambled to try to stuff myself back into my jeans when the cougar touched me on the shoulder, issuing me to be still. Heat burned at my face as I peaked over my shoulder. A fox clad in a business suit folded his ears back as his gaze traced over mine, our eyes meeting briefly as he moved into the stall and noisily attempted to lock the door. The Cougar gently stroked himself, eyeing over at the fox to make sure he was still. With a silent nod, he quickly shoved his rough paw into my pants and pulled out my now red and dripping tiger meat. We resumed stroking, now both suppressing grunts and moans. The door screeched again as a tall Doberman trucker entered. This time, the cougar just kept pawing, not the least bit phased by the new visitor. The trucker moved to the stall and kicked open the door, dragging out the fox who was still gripping his cock. Before the fox could speak, the dobbie tossed him over his shoulder and carried him towards the door. He stopped to glance at me, giving his crotch a suggestive squeeze before stepping out. My mind reeled at all of this, thoughts of what the lucky fox must be doing now rushing into me. The cougar growled roughly and reached over to squeeze me as he issued a forceful growl. I around the partition quickly and grabbed his thick veiny cock, stroking him quickly, rubbing my fingertips over the head and base, wanting to drive him insane with pleasure. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to be fucked for hours by him. He grabbed my torrid tiger flesh and stroked me in return. I gasped in surprise, curling my toes in pleasure. Passion swelled and built as he snarled and swatted my paws awaying. He turned and blasted hot ropes of cum all over the partition between us, grinning evilily as it dribbled down, leaving a milky white stain. It was all too much. I threw my head back and snarled, blowing my load of tiger cream onto the filthy bathroom wall, marking my territory with my seed. Gasping and panting, I lowered my ears as the world crashed back around me. I quietly tucked my cock back into my jeans, looking up at the cougar. He smirked and went back to the sink to wash his paws. Awkwardly, I wormed my way up beside him. "I.. Am I supposed to tell you my name or something?" I asked dimly. "It does not matter, Gaitito," he said slowly. "We might not see again, yes. But you come back and you end up like that fox mujerzuela!" "I don't do stuff like this. I mean, that. The thing we did just now... er, just then. I mean, I didn't come here looking... not that I'm not happy that, we.. you know," I rambled on, gesturing wildly with my hands. "Non preocuparse. Dis place.. is popular with men," he chucked before shaking his paws dry. My face began to redden as I looked up nervously into those beautiful gold eyes. "My name is N--" his lips cut me off. Firmly and forcefully, the cougar silenced my words before gently pulling away. "Adios, Gaitito. " And with that, he vanished through the door. I stood there, absorbing the blow of what just happened. Outside, the world was unchanged. A fox was fidgetting with his neck tie while a doberman sat beside him, smoking a cigarette with a calm, pleased smile. The cougar was, apparently, gone, back on the road to where ever he was going. That, or maybe he was sitting in a car, waiting. I went back to my car, started it up, and drove quietly down the road. I reached for the radio and turned the dial to the local Mariachi station. I didn't understand, but it didn't matter. It just made me happy. * * *
Sabroso aparente - "Looks Tasty." Gaitito - Kitten Mujerzuela - A slut Non Precuparse - Don't worry.